Where are All of My Favorite Things?

I cannot find my mother's vintage bread trough, and I feel like I have splintered my life too much. Does this happen to you?  

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I am missing something silly. 

And it's causing me to panic. 

When we packed up to move to the new house, I packed up my mother's vintage bread trough. It looks a lot like this one from Sur La Table (not affiliate), but mine is old and worn and when I look at it, I think nice things about my mother. Now, I cannot find it. 

It's not like I need it to let bread dough rise--it's original purpose, I believe. I keep the trough by the front door...well, I kept the trough by the front door and put my keys and sunglasses in it. I wanted to use it in the new house since it's my main home for now. When I get ready to leave, I find myself looking for the trough to find my keys. Sometimes, when I do not see it and remember it is still missing, I feel a bit of panic start to surface.

 

What else am I missing? 

I immediately do a mental inventory of the most important things: The Teen and Tween are thriving. The Husband and I are loving our work. The new house does not require a snow shovelor rock salt. Other than the year 2020 has become for everyone, life is really, truly great. 

Other things--the two reference books I use all the time and my curated collection of white board markers--are still missing, and I try to tell myself that the things I cannot find here or there are in the other place, that they are safe. 

But, on days like today, as I used a no-name under-performing white board marker that is subbing in for the entire first string, I wondered: Did I splinter my life too much? Is our decision to live in two places too much this time? 

This year has not helped my panic. I do not visit the other house very often because I do not want to travel and I do not want my family to travel, so I don't get to "check on" the toaster at the other house to make sure it remains on the counter and did not go to Aruba with the microwave. 

So I push the panic away, take my keys from their new spot, and get on with my day.  

Do you have anything you have "lost" when living in two places?